i feel good about things

screws are loose.
the floors creak.

the tiles are flapping in the wind.
shingles are
falling
off their hinges.

the gate's open,
the dog
is running free.

I see rust and mud,
nothing green. I got
a leaky faucet.

the toilet won't stop
running.

a bulb just blew.

the ice box won't freeze.

i see the dead tree,
leafless
in the yard,

a bent swing, rocking
softly
in the breeze.

the door won't close.
the pipes
are choking.

she left a note on the counter
saying
i'm done, i'm gone,
don't come looking
for me.

but despite all that, I
feel pretty good about things.